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Pipe Bomb
01:25
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Let you go, I cant let you unravel
What would we have done all of this for?
I should stop being selfish, I cant commit to not commit
Such a quiet thing, to fall
Watch a star pass through telephone wires during the funeral
That haunted, wild look in your eyes when you realized
You didn't care anymore
It still hits me in the chest
Curl up in bed
Tell yourself you're fine and you're okay
Remember what you said: "We're all gonna die anyway"
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no, thanks
02:16
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I came off from the assembly line
Made up of spare bits and pieces
Whether it be by chance or design
Recycled into existence
Flawed plans or some plan divine
All I know is I didn't ask for this
I get the sinking feeling, things are not as they should be
Stop me thinking, what is it like to be free?
I don't want it anymore, want it anymore/
Existence for existence' sake is dumb and pretentious
If there are no absolutes existence is then senseless
You presume too much
Overbearing and I didn't ask for this
I get the sinking feeling, things are not as they should be
Stop me thinking, what its like to be free
I don't want it anymore, want it anymore/
The concept of God
The concept of dirt
The concept of uncertainty
I'll believe in it, for what its worth
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3. |
Dumb Kids
03:31
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Well hey I'm bleeding
And you're messed up again, on marijuana and whiskey
And the last place that we should be
Is on top of this building at 3 am in the morning
You want to call an ambulance
Cus' you get freaked out by blood even if its just a scratch
We wont ever tell your parents
About all drinking and the substances we have
Slowly ingested this year
Dumb kids dumb kids
Blame the drugs and it
Will lift the weight up off our shoulders
Dumb kids dumb kids
Blame the booze and it
Will lift the weight up off our shoulders
Swallowing pills is an excuse
For having fun and being dumb
We ought to at least apologize
For what we put people through
But we are ignorant youth
So I guess its alright
Chorus/
You're just laying on the front lawn
And I cant tell if you are gone
Then you were coughing up your lungs
And there was vomit and blood
And now I wanna call an ambulance
I don't care any more
Cus' your eyes wont open
And I don't care anymore
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Careen(your first car)
01:40
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I used to believe every word, that came from those chapped lips of yours
But not anymore
You left your chap stick, in the passenger seat, in the side of the door
The last time I looked at it was a couple of states ago
And I've been invincible since I bought that car
There were things I was told, about how our friends would grow up
And move someplace far away
Well, you didn't
Maybe thats how we got started in the first place
We probably would have ended up doing the same things anyway
But what am I supposed to say to your mom and the rest of your family?
I'll study the lines on my face and pretend to be another person entirely
I dont want it anymore
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5. |
Lights
03:35
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I come home, open the left desk drawer
Pull out my pills and flush them
I don't know, about the rest anymore
They are prescribed but I don't want to keep them
Recreational just rolled my friend right out the door
And the flashing lights are like Morse code
Trying tell me something
Everything, has gone downhill
Everything, has lost its brakes
Everything, is closer so fast
And everyone regrets their mistakes
And I should have known better
I guess I did know better
Little orange plastic bottles
White caps, with warnings on green labels
Cut the break lines
Empty stomachs for the umpteenth time
I should have known we'd get careless
I guess we got careless
Should have know we'd get careless
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6. |
Talk
03:24
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I dreamt you slept outside
On a bench, you were so tired of being alone
You were were so tired of trying to talk
But you still tried until you broke and fell apart
Never be afraid//
To talk, to me
Never be afraid//
To say I need you
Never be afraid//
To talk
Never be afraid//
I will talk
I saw you stumbling down the stairs
You over thought asking for a pair of helping hands
You would never dream of calling those who love you
Don't want to worry those who would help you
Chorus/
And I just want to cry, I just want to know
That I wont always be alone
If Im honest with myself
I'd tell you it hurts like hell
And we're all so lonely
And Jesus, we're all so scared
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7. |
Waltz In 4/4
02:30
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Everybody, pull out your phones
And document this carefully
I just touched bottom
I wonder what not caring will do to me
Not any worse off for all the wear and tear
And years of endlessly gathering my guts together
Nothing for all, and all for nothing
You either go out fighting
Or you go quiet in the night
Not at all like it should be
Not everyone survives
Tylenol smhylenol
We can get a whole lot darker still
Scrape your nose on the bottom of this swimming pool
Its kinda hard to swallow down the blackness of this pill
And I'll probably just puke it up again
They're telling me self preservation is gonna be the death of me
Chorus/
Its a case of do or don't
Accept it you wont live on much longer
If it fails to hold you fast
Hey, at least you made it half way to
The goal you made at age 14 of being happy
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8. |
The Optimist
03:08
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Optimistic, often mystic. if so then who decides
What happens when the car you flipped just barely misses
The guard rail, and rolls over twice?
And your friends are floating around in the backseat
What if you're the elect and they're just casualties?
This will all be fine
This will all be OK
I've seen this all happen
I've planned everything
Mad Scientist of the cosmos:
"Have you met my finest specimen Job?"
"he ran the maze in record time"
But what about his wife and kids?
Go on about your pottery
Why did you orchestrate all this
At the expense of their eternity?
Chorus/
This does not cut mustard
This does not make sense to me
I can't tell my dead friends' grieving mother
"This is how its supposed to be"
I don't want my friends to hurt anymore
Those pale white lines, don't know what to do
This negligence is blinding for
These tired eyes I've been looking through
I was supposed to be the careless one
Not you
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Parental Guidance
03:54
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Life isn't PG 13, Life has language
And full frontal nudity
Its got drug abuse and depictions of minors drinking
Its got gore and it gets ugly
Its a compilation of every life colliding
Its a conflagration of stressful nights and anxiety
Its the mom next door worried about her son
Because its 3 AM in the morning
And he hasn't come back from that party
Would you tell me, will Jesus save my friends and I?
Have you seen the way that we've been living?
One would think we're all scared of being alive
Racing across the country side
Its the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night
And I am sitting in the middle of the back seat
With a warm beer and Twin Mattress on repeat
In the middle of the song I'll grab the aux cord, turn it off
And give a long and drawn out drunken speech
About the importance of being happy
And how I'm not happy
I believe that Jesus Christ is a real guy
And the things he said and did are the things I try to live by
And those moments when I have my doubts about my life
Well, why bother living if its just a waste of time?
Its not a waste time
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10. |
Decent, I Guess
02:22
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I said that I would try and not be so dumb
You told told me you would help
You never said it'd be so rough
But I know you've got the patience
To stick it out till' I'm done
That will be enough
So I guess I'll just keep running
And I suppose I'll fall again
Maybe when my life is complete
I can dare to call myself a decent man
Last weekend when I said
That I would love to sit and talk
I was grasping at the threads
Now I'm just frayed and I'll chalk it up
To an overactive conscience
Yeah I'm trying to shrug it off
But Im still here so I guess
I'll just apologize between coughs
I told you I'm afraid to lose control
You said: "that's ok, but hey, you've already lost it all"
I dont want it anymore
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